The claim that Novos gained the power of the Prophet Saronite was an unverified rumor in the Zul'Drak Empire, and given that Novos had become Lich, most Priests did not believe it.
The power of the Loa is not so easily obtained.
Warlord Zol'Maz mentioned "Novos," all three Priests looked wary. High Priest Mufunu sized Zormaz up and down, and tentatively said:
"Warlord Zol'Maz, we have a good relationship and look after each other in court, but some things cannot be said carelessly. Chief Priest Novos has betrayed the Zul'Drak Empire and become a minion of the Scourge. He is a disgrace to the Drakkari Trolls."
Warlord Zol'Maz, wielding a large sword and riding a golden horse, sat down and said with a faint smile:
"Let's cut to the chase. The situation is clear: all the Loa of the Zul'Drak Empire dream of becoming Thrall's Loa of Kings, the Savior of the Thrall. The Quetz'lun, God of Wind Serpent, has already reached an agreement with Vol'jin. If I told you it was through the secret arts I taught Novos that I gained the power of the Prophet Saronite, would you be interested?"
High Priest Tua'tua asked with a disdainful look, "Just because of the evil god behind you?"
Warlord Zol'Maz shook his head, took out a small bottle and placed it on the table. Inside the bottle were a few drops of mysterious blood, which moved around like living things.
The three Priests gasped, clearly sensing an ominous aura.
Zormaz, with a serious expression, introduced:
"This is the essence of the Blood Trolls, the power of the Zandalari Empire Blood Trolls, the nemesis of all Loa. With the aid of a special Magic Circle, just one drop is enough to cause Loa's flesh and blood to disintegrate and die. By consuming the flesh and blood of Loa, you will obtain his divine power."
"Impossible, this is a trap."
The most composed High Priest Havni, said in a deep voice, "Moreover, our lives are tied to the Loa. If the Loa falls, we will hardly survive."
Zormaz looked at the three Priests with a mocking expression:
"How foolish! Once the Loa loses its power, what way can it take your lives? Novos has already succeeded, what else do you have to worry about?"
The three Priests whispered among themselves for a while, before Tua'tua finally spoke up, "Zormaz, I don't know what your purpose is. Let's discuss this further before making any plans."
Zolmaz stood up to say goodbye, leaving behind a small vial containing the essence of the Blood Trolls.
Haverni examined the essence of the Blood Trolls in the small vial, his voice hoarse as he said, "I finally understand. The so-called Savior, Thrall's Loa, it's all Vol'jin's conspiracy."
Tua'tua said helplessly, "That's true, but we have no other choice."
Haverni for a long time:
"This matter must be handled with utmost care; a mistake could lead to utter ruin. Novos and I are on good terms. I will disguise myself and head to Drak'Tharon Keep to find out the truth."
Tua'tua and Mufunu both agreed, saying, "That's exactly right."
Haverni, disguised as Drakkari Troll adventurer, arrived at Drac Fortress at top speed, where he was greeted warmly by the Lich Novos.
"Haha, my old friend Haverni, it's so kind of you to come visit me. Although I've become Lich, I haven't forgotten our old friendship."
Haverni said urgently, "Novos, I'm not here to reminisce. Something terrible has happened in the Zul'Drak Empire."
After saying this, Haverni recounted the recent events that had occurred in the Zul'Drak Empire.
Novos listened silently. Since becoming Lich, freed from the burden of a physical body, Novos's mind was much sharper than before, and he quickly replied:
"The essence of the Blood Trolls can indeed cause the flesh and blood of Loa to disintegrate, but absorbing the power of Loa requires a special Magic Circle; you can't just devour flesh directly. Don't look at me like that. Yes, it's Magic Circle taught by the Scourge, but what good is becoming Loa? It's just finding a new Vessel for divine power; there's no difference from before."
Haverni was taken aback upon hearing this, realizing he had almost fallen for Vol'jin's trick. He quickly said, "Would you teach me the Scourge's Magic Circle? I will repay you handsomely another day."
Novos glanced at Haverni quietly, then smiled wryly, "I'm afraid it's too late."
The Wind Serpent god Quetz'lun, was in a very good mood.
During her second conversation with Vol'jin, Quetz'lun raised some detailed questions, all of which Vol'jin agreed to, making Quetz'lun feel the Horde's sincerity.
Quetz'lun began to dream about the wonderful life that awaited her.
Durotar was too barren, so Quetz'lun chose to build his nest at the border of Feralas and Thousand Needles, finally able to escape the icy wilderness of Northrend and enjoy the warm sunshine and lush green forests and grasslands.
Quetz'lun returned to the Altar. She had some minor matters to attend to, such as her followers. Quetz'lun planned to give them to her good sister, the Snow Leopard God Har'koa. As for whether they would become food or slaves, Quetz'lun didn't care.
In God's eyes, there is no difference between mortals and livestock such as cattle and sheep.
The Priests are of paramount importance. To completely sever ties with the past and become a noble Loa, the Savior, they must erase their former lives entirely. Those Priests who know the truth must be killed, their souls spared. A great god must be flawless.
With these thoughts in mind, Quetz'lun landed atop the Altar.
A chilling wind blew by.
Quetz'lun suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and looked around anxiously.
Suddenly, a surge of blood energy erupted beneath Quetz'lun's feet, followed by crimson rays of blood shooting out from each of the four corners and entering Quetz'lun's body.
Quetz'lun let out a painful roar. In just an instant, her flesh and blood disintegrated, leaving only a skeleton. Her transparent soul let out a shriek, glanced at her skeleton with reluctance, and then flapped its wings and fled in despair.
Priests Tua'tua and Mufunu ascended the Altar, surrounded by scattered flesh and blood radiating multicolored light and brimming with divine power.
"A Loa, divided into two, is certainly better than divided into three."
The two Priests picked up the flesh and blood of the god from the ground and swallowed it whole.
Greed, ambition, and blind arrogance.
Robbie, who was hiding nearby, witnessed the entire scene.
Since the fall of Prophet Saronite, Robbie has recorded Saronya's energy Runes and, with the help of many wise men in the Scourge, successfully replicated one.
As predicted, the Loa's energy Runes are like miniature Elemental, with the core being the soul of a mortal and the body being pure Elemental Power.
The Loa devoured the souls of mortals, causing these living Runes to multiply and bringing power to the Loa.
Novos absorbed the power of the Prophet Saronite by using the Scourge's Magic Circle to extract all the energy Runes and then fused them with his own flesh and blood.
But what would happen if you directly consumed the flesh and blood of the Loa?
Tua'tua ate the fastest, swallowing it almost without chewing.
Not long after, Tua'tua knelt on the ground in agony, clutching his head. His back split open, and a pair of Wind Serpent wings grew out.
Tua'tua let out a painful roar, like crying and sobbing, vaguely calling out something.
It seems to be a name, but unfortunately, it's not quite clear.